[ verse 1: Saafir ]See, it's the slickness of liquidKeep a chick chirpin out my peripheral in all her tricknessHave no idea of the caliber of sick shitBed she's invitin, but she has a fear, I can sense itBeyond your???? Breathin, lyin-ass heathen, I betchaYou could do it by yourself without me havin to wetchaLet you in if you spin with me rightAll the time so I can stay tight on the grindThat's my forte but won't flaunt itThough you probably wouldn't never knowI'm a plumber, hoeOne you haven't seen??? Scream hop like summer hopeThat's heat collidin with game that's deep so I'll keepDivin but all that really defeats the purpose ofWhy I'm really hollerin at you as a straight hustlerWhich is the mindstate of these witchesThat be gettin other niggas blind-mind raped by other bitchesSee, some ain't knownin they be workin as a teamWhen they be workin on a nigga with major creamThese hoes is dragnets, policin the mark-madeI be peepin liquid hoes trippin in dark shades

[ verse 2: Saafir ]I keep mines overflown, over grownYou keep me overblown like a jazz saxophoneAt your home by your request and my yes yes y'allYou wanna brawl me cause you're feelin fawltyCause I pulled the sunglasses off my nose and told youI don't ride around town with hoes but I can mold youBut only if you want me to, but don't gas meYou want me all over you but yet you can't grasp meYou're passin to the next pair of tits to get adviceFrom another trick that's older than you but born slowKeepin the shit super twisted like a cornrowYou're not fuckin with a semi-pro where the eagle stoppedOn a status quo, I can share half my areaBut you have to learn to board this here aircraft carrierI hope you're not flower like a clarinetteEspecially when I'm sharper than a berinetteBut knowin your gene pool you'll forget that pactWe made over uncracked??? And a fat-ass sackI used to think time with you would be agelessNow you're in court tryin to garnish all my wagesOnly till I situate underground and stash shitBefore I let a liquid hoe liquidate all my assets

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[ verse 3: Saafir ]I can smell that ass a mile awayYou just a smell away from crazy but you can aid meAs a monarch if you try and fade me with the wrong heartShit might happen without it bein said, sendin you postcarsAll the way from the edgeI know it's that mental magnet in my headThat's pullin and resurrectin you from the deadI got this sick magnetic attraction indeedTo those in dire need of some satisfactionI'm no pretty boy poster pin-upDon't concentrate on my looks or we'll end upAt the end of (butt naked)